Luffyship ficlet #4
Ahahahaha. This one is called "Food Porn". High PG-13 to mild R. Little hint of Nami/Sanji too.
Food Porn
She sank her teeth into the steak, chewing without biting any off and sending the juices dribbling down her chin, and onward, in little rivulets down her neck to her breasts. She laughed with her mouth full at the glazed, aroused fever in his eyes and arched her body back, inviting him to lick the spillage.
His tongue made short work of cleaning her pale skin, travelling upward til he reached her mouth. They fought over the last of the meat until their tongues met in the middle.
"Strawhat..." Her feral growl was matched by his own and they fell upon each other, forgetting about the food for a while.
A short while. Albeit not through any lack of stamina.
"More," she declared suddenly, and he sang out agreement, bouncing for the last of the choice cuts on their briefly abandoned plates. He fed her pieces with his fingers, though that turned into a fight when he fed himself more often than he did her. But the fight turned again into a different kind of grappling, and they both ended up happy.
Until disaster struck.
"No more?" she choked with horror, and mounting rage. "Again?"
Luffy yelped and ran for the door, putting his head around it to howl, with rising panic, "SANJIIIIII-----! MORE MEAT!!!!" He spun, breathing heavily, and pressed himself back in cornered fear. "It'll come! He's on his way! The meat's on it's way. There'll be more! Lots more! Yeah! Sanjiiiii!"
Jewelry Bonney pouted dangerously from her half-dressed sprawl on the bed.
--And the door slammed wide, pancaking Luffy's naked rubber body against the wall and admitting Nami's demonic form. The navigator, shaking with rage, didn't blink or falter at the disrobed, dishevelled, greasy or flattened state of the besotted couple.
"Sanji," she said harshly. "Is crying. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE PLAYING AT????!"
Food Porn
She sank her teeth into the steak, chewing without biting any off and sending the juices dribbling down her chin, and onward, in little rivulets down her neck to her breasts. She laughed with her mouth full at the glazed, aroused fever in his eyes and arched her body back, inviting him to lick the spillage.
His tongue made short work of cleaning her pale skin, travelling upward til he reached her mouth. They fought over the last of the meat until their tongues met in the middle.
"Strawhat..." Her feral growl was matched by his own and they fell upon each other, forgetting about the food for a while.
A short while. Albeit not through any lack of stamina.
"More," she declared suddenly, and he sang out agreement, bouncing for the last of the choice cuts on their briefly abandoned plates. He fed her pieces with his fingers, though that turned into a fight when he fed himself more often than he did her. But the fight turned again into a different kind of grappling, and they both ended up happy.
Until disaster struck.
"No more?" she choked with horror, and mounting rage. "Again?"
Luffy yelped and ran for the door, putting his head around it to howl, with rising panic, "SANJIIIIII-----! MORE MEAT!!!!" He spun, breathing heavily, and pressed himself back in cornered fear. "It'll come! He's on his way! The meat's on it's way. There'll be more! Lots more! Yeah! Sanjiiiii!"
Jewelry Bonney pouted dangerously from her half-dressed sprawl on the bed.
--And the door slammed wide, pancaking Luffy's naked rubber body against the wall and admitting Nami's demonic form. The navigator, shaking with rage, didn't blink or falter at the disrobed, dishevelled, greasy or flattened state of the besotted couple.
"Sanji," she said harshly. "Is crying. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE PLAYING AT????!"